Deadline Poem by Ted L Glines

Deadline
by Ted L Glines

To awake at dawn with a grin on my lips
overwhelmed with joy - my fondest of trips.

Bored I have been for many long years
ever sharing the work - the tears and the cheers,
creating kings for a pittance of pay
overcome by deadlines - no time to play,
my day will soon be my own to rule,
easing out of the box and swinging kewl.

Timid notes for a brand new song
into the arts and writing strong,
ready the heart and steady the pen,
entering life once more again
determined to fly like a Hippy wren.

After decades of slaving - some else's job done
getting schedules completed and paydays won,
ages of striving to scrimp and save
imagining freedom - hopeful and brave,
never more a deadline - except for the grave.


Author's Notes: (Acrostic: 'To Become Tired Again.') Well, 'rehired' is to become hired again, so 'retired' must mean... Knowing me, I have the feeling that my 'retirement' activities will tire me out worse than anything I ever did in my 'working' life. All of my life (like yours) has been spent in servitude to the needs of owners and bosses, helping them to achieve their goals, helping them to make their fortunes, and now I am about to become my own boss for the first time in my life. Gosh, I hope I turn out to be a good boss. I'd hate to have to go on strike against... me!